The smart car is a tiny little thingie. It’s like a Tic Tac on wheels. They say it is very fuel efficient. It gets thirty-three miles to the gallon. The motor is about the size of my ipod nano. Anyway, I saw one for sale on ebay for eleven thousand dollars. When I looked to see about the shipping costs it simply asked for a self addressed stamped envelope. It would make a cool car for my Barbie doll though. Make for a great clown car too. It would definitely make a good chew toy for my Rottweiler. It would be the coolest shopping cart. I am very certain that my kid could roll it around his Hot Wheels city with ease. If I got a couple smart cars I could use them for roller skates. Perhaps I could sew a handle and a strap on one and use it for a purse. If I filled it with catnip and tied a piece of string to it, I could tie it to the door knob for the cat to play with. They make a convertible version so I could attach a long straight handle to the back and use it as a soup spoon, or if I put spikes on the front bumper it could be a spork. The point is it’s not big enough for my trailer trash family. With me, my old man, and our six children, we would look like illegal immigrants heading to the field to pick beans or something. Though if I were single I would really dig owning a little smart car. I couldn’t go to Costco or Sams or anything like that. And I definitely couldn’t go to a circus or zoo for fear an elephant might stomp on me in my car like I were a sick rat or something. But I could totally see me driving to the liquor store for airplane sized bottles of booze, or going to the post office to buy a stamp. I definitely would drive it to the grocery store for a peanut or orange or something. I would park it in the cart return slot, which is the best parking spot in my opinion. Especially when it’s raining out. Anyway, it’s cute as heck. Cuter then three baby pandas playing in a garden.